Money Shot
Chapo
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
Smoking that gas in the parking lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
I can't fuck with you hoes
Cause y'all talk a lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
You and ya mans
Y'all talk a lot
I see them white vans
In the parking lot
I pull up right fast
Then the talking stop
Word to young dolph
Give em 100 shots
Make sure he dead
So we circle blocks
Walk off the scene
Then reload the glocks
I Gotta watch out
For what I might say
Cause I know it ain't safe
And no I don't play
And niggas just hate
Cause they love to hate
And Niggas is fake
So I stay out the way
I Thank the lord
For a new day
You can die any day
So I just pray
I thank the lord
For a new day
You can die any day
So I just pray Nigga
Gotta get it
Gotta get the dolla
Sad how life is
All about the gwalla
Mo money Nigga
More problems
I say Mo money Nigga
No problem
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
Smoking that gas in the parking lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
I can't fuck with you hoes
Cause y'all talk a lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I be with a few
I don't trust a lot
And all of you Niggas
In love with thots
A bust down Rollie
Makes panties drop
I thought I told you
I'd never stop
I'll be working nonstop
While I'm at the top
I'll be doing this shit
Till my body drop
Which means my Nigga
I'll never flop
A lot of you Nigga's
Just can't rap okay
Ima pioneer in this shit
Like I'm O'Shea
Nigga's saying they
Want the smoke
I'm like okay
All this money
I'm trying to touch
They like no way
I don't need you
To show me Love
My nigga I'm great
All these hoes just
Want some dick
Ain't none of y'all gay
She got some money
And got some ass then send
Her my way
Aye put the phone
Up In the bag
These hoe's
Don't play
Cause once
You get money
They'll rob you
First thought in my mind
Is survival
Life's a game, my Nigga
But shit it don't come with revivals
Your friends turn to rivals
You going through trials
But I'm stronger than ever
A king in this shit
Like my name Harry Giles
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
Smoking that gas in the parking lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
I can't fuck with you hoes
Cause y'all talk a lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
Smoking that gas in the parking lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
I can't fuck with you hoes
Cause y'all talk a lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
You and ya mans
Y'all talk a lot
I see them white vans
In the parking lot
I pull up right fast
Then the talking stop
Word to young dolph
Give em 100 shots
Make sure he dead
So we circle blocks
Walk off the scene
Then reload the glocks
I Gotta watch out
For what I might say
Cause I know it ain't safe
And no I don't play
And niggas just hate
Cause they love to hate
And Niggas is fake
So I stay out the way
I Thank the lord
For a new day
You can die any day
So I just pray
I thank the lord
For a new day
You can die any day
So I just pray Nigga
Gotta get it
Gotta get the dolla
Sad how life is
All about the gwalla
Mo money Nigga
More problems
I say Mo money Nigga
No problem
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
Smoking that gas in the parking lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
I can't fuck with you hoes
Cause y'all talk a lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I be with a few
I don't trust a lot
And all of you Niggas
In love with thots
A bust down Rollie
Makes panties drop
I thought I told you
I'd never stop
I'll be working nonstop
While I'm at the top
I'll be doing this shit
Till my body drop
Which means my Nigga
I'll never flop
A lot of you Nigga's
Just can't rap okay
Ima pioneer in this shit
Like I'm O'Shea
Nigga's saying they
Want the smoke
I'm like okay
All this money
I'm trying to touch
They like no way
I don't need you
To show me Love
My nigga I'm great
All these hoes just
Want some dick
Ain't none of y'all gay
She got some money
And got some ass then send
Her my way
Aye put the phone
Up In the bag
These hoe's
Don't play
Cause once
You get money
They'll rob you
First thought in my mind
Is survival
Life's a game, my Nigga
But shit it don't come with revivals
Your friends turn to rivals
You going through trials
But I'm stronger than ever
A king in this shit
Like my name Harry Giles
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
Smoking that gas in the parking lot
Ayyyyeee
Money shot, I get the bag
And then hit the block
Hop in the whip, then I drop the top
I can't fuck with you hoes
Cause y'all talk a lot
Ayyyyeee
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Writer(s): Terrell Moore
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